When I was a kid we lived on a small farm Northwest of Preston. I think my favorite time fishing was when there was enough snow and ice to get on the old polaris snowmobile with my dad and ride to one of the few lakes that were open for ice fishing. Condie was about 15 miles on the snowmobile and as undependable as snomobiles were back then, I can't remember once of having to walk back home. We had to make sure all the chores were done before we left and always had to be back in time to milk the cows at night. We would put our ice fishing gear under the seat with a small lunch and have a great day on the ice. My fishing pole usually consisted of something to wrap some line around with a bobber to set the depth of the bait and also to detect the bites. Really simple way to fish and a great memory with my dad. I really don't remember if we always caught our limit, but it seems like my dad always could get some fish to bite for both of us.[
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I have a lot of good fishing memories.. alot from condie also. One time at condie i was oh about 9 years old or so me and my dad went to condie and were catching rainbows you remember when rainbows were in there still.. any way i caught one anf it spit the hook right at the hole and not even 3 seconds layer we hear behind us flop and turn around a trout probly the same one came jumping up through the hole in the ice.. i have allot of good memories sbout condie.. spent sllot of my youth fishing there.
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This is probably a bit different, I grew up in Southern California.
When I was about 12 years old or so the El Nino storm system came around and warmed up the waters off the coast, bringing some more fish that were typically south of the border. I went out with my friend and his dad on their boat, going for Yellowtail. We'd been having pretty good success, most of the fish somewhere around 3 feet long or so from what I can remember. My friend hooked into another one and was reeling it in when suddenly his lined just zipped out of his reel. He started fighting and was really struggling to get much back in. That's when off in the distance we saw a sea lion thrashing around at the top of the water. Finally the line gave and when he finally got it in he had about a 6 inch fish head on the end of the hook.
Maybe you had to be there, but it was pretty funny. I think we accidentally caught a seagull on that trip too.
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